Project Daedalus (Issue #4)

[Shalimar]

"So no one's gonna come after me with needles to drain my blood?" Rachel asks, smiling sheepishly at the foolishness of the question. At Miguels comment about being a team Rachel nods and smiles "Yup, team, we look out for each other." she agrees. She finishes her lunch, pushing away her tray, and gently pats her tummy in contentment. Putting her tray by the trash, she drops back into her seat to wait for the others to finish.

"So like, what kind of clothes should I get? I'm trusting you guys with this, don't let me get anything too horrendous, or anything, I don't want to look silly. Do you think we'll have to wear suits or stuff like what Screaming Eagle was wearing?" she asked Tyrone, since he was technically pack leader. It also led her to question whether she shouldn't try to get a lot of uniforms so she could wear those instead.

 

[Calinon]

"Yo, I was just thinking simple stuff. Jeans, T's, maybe something sharp for the thing this afternoon. And," he says, checking his watch, "we have an hour to do it. Hope you wore running shoes," he grins. "Ready, pack mule errrr Aaron," he says jokingly. "We'll eventually have to be outfitted like AF, but they'll be sizing us up for that in a day or so I bet."

Let fly the whirlwind of shopping that is Tyrone.

 

[Agamon]

Kiro finishes his plate of food and looks at Tyrone. "He was obviously very good at what he does. He spoke with me when I boarded the aerodyne and I suspected nothing. He apparently slipped something into my tea, though I'm certain I hadn't taken my eyes off of it before taking a sip. And then when he was found out, he disappeared into thin air, obviously an elite. I was left holding a syringe, my drugged tea, and the person sitting next to had me mysteriously disappeared. Naturally, they held me for questioning once the aerodyne landed. I had little time to explain, though, before they let me go. An order from a superior was my guess."

He shrugs, adding, "I thought I should warn you, is all. Miguel is right, we should remain alert, they may still be looking to possibly recapture us." He pauses a moment before saying, "However, it may also have had something to do with my...unusual condition." That last part is said rather uncomfortably. "I doubt she's told you, but Screaming Eagle told me yesterday that I am a clone of Kensei of Justice Elite." It's difficult to miss the bitterness in his voice. "It would seem all of my memories from before the incident at BioGen have been fabricated. Japan was not very much as I remembered it and my family apparently does not exist." He ends there, obviously finding it difficult to continue.

"What?" Sarah simply says, looking shocked. "Oh my God, Kiro, that's horrible. Are you going to be okay?" she asks with concern.

Having already collected himelf, Kiro responds, "I'll be fine, thank you, Sarah. I'm sorry to...how would you say, dump that on all of you. Really, I'm fine, I just thought I'd set the record straight. But I will need some clothing, too. All I have is what I wear. And I trust Tyrone's sense of style," he says with a smile.

As the group leaves the resturaunt for the mall, everyone can hear, "Yo, look, that's Tyroc, man!"

"What, no way, how do you know?"

"That is him, man, I'm tellin' ya. You saying you ain't seen any of those pics of him on the news and 'net?"

"Hey, yeah, that kinda does look like him."

"Tyroc!" the first kid yells out. "Hey man!"

A murmer goes through the people nearby and within moments one or two autograph seekers turns into ten or twelve.

Misha
Wandering the mall you don't really spot anything that much interests you. That is until you hear a commotion ahead.

"You left the store without paying for that!" an older man, short and round, says, pointing to a shirt held by an older teen.

"This? This here is mine, I came in with it," the teen says defiantly in a thick British accent.

"I watched you do something to the e-tag in there so the alarm wouldn't trip. I have eyes you know!" the man spits. "Look, there, it's melted!" he says pointing to a melted plastic bit on the shirt.

You spot two mall security guards approaching. So does the teen. "Oh, that right? Well, back off, ya bugger, unless you want them eyes melted, too!" He holds forward the hand not carrying the shirt and it begins to glow a bright white you can feel a slight wave of heat hit you as it brightens to the point where it's difficult to look at. Both the man from the store and the security guards back off, and a few nearby people scream and begin to run away.

 

[Calinon]

"Heh... uh... woops," Tyrone says apologetically to the others. "I sometimes forget about this. However, Tyroc's Superheroing Rule #5 says never ignore a fan. Remember that, especially since we're all going to be role models soon," he says cheerfully. "Yo, Miguel," he says, palming him his credit card. "How about you not max me out, yo," he says to the changeling who can so perfectly match his appearance. "Why don't you guys and gals head over to JC Penny and I'll catch up?"

Turning towards the autograph hunters, he somehow manages to produce a small bundle of 8x12 picture-posters. "Yo!" he calls out over the autograph hunters. "I think I been found out!" he says with a friendly grin as he pulls out a pen from his leather trenchcoat pocket, ready to do his autograph signing duty for his fans.

 

[Tokiwong]

Misha
Wandering the mall you don't really spot anything that much interests you. That is until you hear a commotion ahead.

"You left the store without paying for that!" an older man, short and round, says, pointing to a shirt held by an older teen.

"This? This here is mine, I came in with it," the teen says defiantly in a thick British accent.

At this point Misha approaches quietly.

"I watched you do something to the e-tag in there so the alarm wouldn't trip. I have eyes you know!" the man spits. "Look, there, it's melted!" he says pointing to a melted plastic bit on the shirt.

You spot two mall security guards approaching. So does the teen. "Oh, that right? Well, back off, ya bugger, unless you want them eyes melted, too!" He holds forward the hand not carrying the shirt and it begins to glow a bright white you can feel a slight wave of heat hit you as it brightens to the point where it's difficult to look at. Both the man from the store and the security guards back off, and a few nearby people scream and begin to run away.

Misha listens before finally speaking addressing the older man, "Alright, let me handle this."

He turns to the youth, showing his hands unarmed, "Alright, lets see if we can handle this without any violence, lets not have anyone get hurt today," he says in a calm reassuring voice. He focuses on the youth, "I know you may think this is none of my business, but like you I am an elite, and I know how easy it is for us to hurt baselines. I just don't want you to do something you will regret for the rest of your life."

Using Assessment for his Atrtributes (Constitution, Dexterity, and Wisdom), and also using his Diplomacy skill to get the kid to calm down, and try and take control of the situation Diplomacy +15, if under 10 he will use an HP.

 

[Mimic]

"Yo, Miguel," he says, palming him his credit card. "How about you not max me out, yo," he says to the changeling who can so perfectly match his appearance. "Why don't you guys and gals head over to JC Penny and I'll catch up?"[/font]

Well, that all depends on what the limit is, yo. Miguel replies with a smile, sounding like Tyrone. With a small flourish Miguel makes the credit card seemingly disappear into thin air.

Miguel directs the rest of the party towards the JC Penny and when they are out of sight of the autograph hounds he will assume Tyrone's form, with a wave of his hand will make the card re-appear.

Yo, lets see how much we can spend before he gets back.

 

[Agamon]

Misha
Assessment: Dexterity, Constitution, Wisdom, in that order.
Diplomacy: 17 (33)

The teen glowers at Misha as he speaks, seemingly daring him to step closer. "Bloody right this ain't none of you soddin' business," he says. But after a brief pause, looking into Misha eyes, he throws the shirt back at the man, his hand returning to normal. He smirks as he turns to run away. "Didn't want the bloody ugly thing, anyway," he says as he darts through a parting sea of gawkers.

The security guards turn and watch the teen as he leaves, but don't give chase. The man turns to Misha, still shaken, but managing a grateful look on his face. "Thank you, sir, thank you."

Tyroc
"Alright, thanks, man. You are, like, the greatest elite in the universe! You rule, man!"

The response is similar, if not quite as enthusiastic, from each of your fans. A couple have cameras and get their picture taken with you. It's a good twenty minutes before the crowd begins to disperse, allowing you to continue your shopping.

Hangin' at the JC Penney
Clothes! Everyone buys lots of clothes! Shorts and shirts and pants and skirts and socks and shoes and boxers and briefs and bras and panties and ties and stockings and pajamas and bathrobes...and other stuff like that.

Sarah isn't too concerned with updating her wardrobe, though she does pick out a nice suit for the conference, paying for it herself.

As Tyrone enters the store, Kiro's got his hands full, waiting for Miguel at the cashier. He pokes his head around the mound in his arms, nodding a slight bow. "Domo, Tyrone. I have had nothing to wear aside from these clothes you bought for me last week." Looking at the clothes he wears, he's right. They're the clothes Tyrone bought for him in Colorado Springs. They are surprisingly clean and less funky smelling than you'd think they should be.

 

[Tokiwong]

Misha
Assessment: Dexterity, Constitution, Wisdom, in that order.
Diplomacy: 17 (33)

The teen glowers at Misha as he speaks, seemingly daring him to step closer. "Bloody right this ain't none of you soddin' business," he says. But after a brief pause, looking into Misha eyes, he throws the shirt back at the man, his hand returning to normal. He smirks as he turns to run away. "Didn't want the bloody ugly thing, anyway," he says as he darts through a parting sea of gawkers.

Misha watches the boy go, satisfied with the way things ended and turns to the old man.

The security guards turn and watch the teen as he leaves, but don't give chase. The man turns to Misha, still shaken, but managing a grateful look on his face. "Thank you, sir, thank you."

"Not a problem sir, just didn't want anyone to get hurt," he continues walking, he thinks twice about following the kid, but decides against it. He checks his watch, with a quick glance as he decides to make his way over towards the JCPenny and see if his teammates are inside.

 

[Hammerhead]

Jennifer watches Misha leave, frowning. So much for the team-building exercise, she thinks bitterly.

That's horrible, she replies to Kiro's confession. You must feel awful, and I can imagine that the recent kidnapping attempt couldn't help things any. There's something wrong about poisoning someone's food; it's happened to me once. Not pleasant.

Jennifer follows the rest of the team into JC Penny, dumbfounded by Tyrone. That was a Platinum Visa, and he shops at JC Penny? Not much of a clothes horse, despite his posturing. This feels like shopping one step above Wal-Mart, she thinks as she notices the cheap suits.

 

[Shalimar]

To Rachel, shopping is a semi alien feeling, having received all of her clothes as gifts, or second hand, it was a rare thing for her to buy, and so her sense of fashion was less then almost any living female, although she at least knew she shouldn't wear colors that clashed, but that was it. She really was counting on other people's fashion sense's to tell her what it was that she should get. When Tyroc enters the store, she is trying on a dress to wear for the press confrence, and not having much success since she didn't know what was appropriate.

She twirls around in front of Tyrone in order to show him the dress, it was short, falling to just above her knees, in a rust color, with spaghetti straps. "So what do you think, is this ok for the press confrence? Like I said, whatever you think I should get, I trust you." she tells the team leader, waiting just long enough for his answer before going back into the changing stall where she divests herself of the dress, putting it with the other thngs she had picked out, mostly t-shirts and jeans and stuff, some panties and bras, and just in case, a few oversized t-shirts to sleep in if she couldn't sleep nude.

The teen exits the dressing room in her own clothes, and carrying a pile of stuff about as tall as she is. She brings them all to Tyrone for his inspection. "So are all of these good? I just went with what's comfortable, but does it look ok?" she asks.